Some movies change your life. Some movies you can’t wait to buy after seeing. Some movies you carry around with you, show to anyone you meet who hasn’t seen it. Some movies stand the test of time, remaining excellent for decades after their release. Veronica Mars is not one of those movies.

Veronica Mars is not the kind of movie that comes to mind when someone asks what your favorite movie is. It’s not even the kind of movie that comes to mind when someone asks what your least favorite movie is. Veronica Mars is just a movie.

There is nothing wrong with it. The writing is passable, the acting solid, the directing and cinematography unobtrusive, the plot and characters believable. It’s even somewhat engaging; star gets murdered, protagonist puts her promising future on hold to help an old flame while fighting her so-called “addiction” to detective work. Corruption, scandal, enemies at every turn, but in the end Veronica wins and gets her badguy and the boy. It is an American movie all-around.

Its only problem is that it is unexceptional. Unmemorable. Our society has become so advanced that we can mass-produce everything, even entertainment, and while Veronica Mars may not be a big mac meal, it’s certainly not gourmet, either.

Veronica Mars is a decent movie, worth the time and the money if you have nothing better to do with them, but it’s destiny lies in the $5 bin at Wal-Mart.